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moaning out loud.
    “She’s very responsive,” Jon murmured as he feathered the back of his fingers over
     her labia.
    Her stomach muscles quivered in response as she fought the desire to lift her hips
     toward his touch. She should be angry with them. She should be. Unfortunately, anger
     was the last thing she felt at the moment.

Chapter 4
    Melinda drew in a slow, not so steady breath as Jon continued to gently rub her pussy.
     Erik added his hand and pressed the tip of his finger between her labia, applying
     gentle pressure to her opening. She could feel her juices coating his finger and she
     closed her eyes in mortification.
    “Look at me,” Erik commanded.
    Melinda reluctantly opened her eyes and met Erik’s as he removed his finger from her
     pussy and slid it between his lips, licking the cream.
    “I believe you’re ready for the toys,” Erik said with a wicked grin that made Melinda’s
     stomach flip. He dragged his gaze away from hers and looked to Jon. “Get me the Rabbit.”
    “The what?” she choked out, barely able to catch her breath.
    Erik stared at her in surprise as Jon moved to pull something from the black bag close
     by. “Surely you’ve heard of a Rabbit.”
    Her face flushed in embarrassment. “I um…I…”
    She bit her lower lip, wondering why she struggled with finding something to say.
    Erik smiled softly, and she frowned, wanting to smack that knowing grin off his face.
     Unfortunately, tied the way she was, she couldn’t do anything—anything except take
     what they gave her. That thought made her heart race wildly.
    Jon came back and stood at her side. Leaning over, he pressed the head of the thick
     toy into her opening. She swallowed back her moan as he pushed it deep into her channel.
     Its girth stretched her walls, made her feel full, and she swallowed down the moan
     of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips.
    Watching Erik’s heated gaze, Melinda gasped as Jon positioned the ears of the Rabbit
     at her clit.
    “Oh, God,” Melinda whispered as she realized they were going to turn it on and watch
     as she exploded to the ministrations of the toy.
    She’d never done anything like this in front of anyone and began to shake her head,
     staring pleadingly at Erik, then Jon.
    “No,” she said.
    Jon ignored her pleas and flipped the switch, turning on the toy. Melinda groaned
     as the ears began to massage her clit in slow, sensual movements. She bit her lip,
     hard. She was sure if she kept that up, she’d draw blood before too much longer.
    “I’ll tell you what, beautiful,” Erik said as he leaned down and braced his hands
     on the armrest of the chair.
    It brought his face close to hers and his hair brushed against her cheek. She had
     a sudden and obscene desire to run her fingers through it, tug him down for a kiss.
     She even lifted her hands, but when the restraints bit into her wrists, she realized
     they were still tied down.
    “What?” she croaked as the shaft of the toy began to vibrate.
    “If you can keep yourself from coming, I’ll untie you.”
    Her eyes opened wide. “For how long?”
    “Until we get tired of watching you fight it, which might take quite a while.” His
     gaze dropped to her swollen breasts. “I especially like how your breasts rise and
     fall with your panting.” He brought his eyes back to hers. “I like how your hips lift
     just a little in rhythm with the ears. Do you like how those ears are rubbing against
     your clit?”
    Melinda gasped at how his words made her even hotter. “And if I can’t stop myself?”
     she whispered.
    He smiled. “That’s what I’m hoping for. Jon?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on
     hers. “What are you hoping for?”
    “That she comes more than once,” Jon replied as he moved to a chair just a few feet
     away, where he watched intently. “On her second release, I plan on sliding my cock
     between those sweet lips.”
    Melinda’s hips jerked as what Jon said flashed across